L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Harmonia smiled as she saw her darling being so happy again. Finally it was time to leave grudges behind and stay together as a family. She crouched and Riley was quick to give Harmonia some kisses too. "Yes, yes Riley. It's good boy, we are your mommies now...",she smiled and blushed herself as Molly mentioned that they could be parents now. "Well...", Harmonia said softly. "This little guy is good practice I would say.", she smiled and gave her girlfriend a quick kiss. "Thank you Jonathan.", she said and got up to embrace him. "For everything you did for this girls and for our new family member.", she said. "You are a good person.",she added with a smile, oblivious to the much darker side of Jonathans character. When he asked her the favor her face lit up. "Oh for sure, we already have to dogs at the mansion. I am sure they all will love running around the lawn the whole. As long as you want Jonathan. Angel is always welcome, huh girl?," she smiled and laughed as the loveable Husky jumped up to give Harmonia a kiss." Ehehe, I love you too, girl. ", she smiled before she took Mollys hand and gave her a soft look." I love you too girl... "

George hand managed to get Kennedy of him for a moment and turned to Chris. "Oi, don' you chicken out on me, 'onigh' we celebra'e!", he said and when Ryan asked him about the Tequila George scoffed. "Wha' a question! I own a bar, of cawse I have 'equila, wha' you 'hink I am, a bloody McDonalds?", he sid with a sly grin before turning to Kennedy. "Well, M' Lady, while we drive we can 'alk abou' 'he de' ails of your assignme'...", he said and Harmonia nodded. "Ok, George, Kennedy, Molly and Chris are coming with me. Just follow us boys."
After a short drive they reached the pub and entered, it was already filled up good and George waitresses, one with a pair of Bunny Ears the other with Wolf Ears were busy. At the entrance hanging prominently, there was a big picture of Chelseas and Finellas arm wrestling contest.

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It all had been too much. All of this finally had broken the walls Finella had pulled up around herself, being the Hellraiser and everything. She was tough as nails, hard like steel, everyone standing in her way was obliterated.

But this feud had been nothing less then deeply personal and without really knowing it, it all had started to eaten at Finellas soul. She did want to be with Moni, she wanted to be Mollys friend. Hell, she never intended to drag this feud out. She had approached Chelsea, she had insulted and hackled her until she gave in to every challenge set by the wolf. If Chelsea was guilty of not stopping then Finella was guilty of starting it. She clung to Chelsea as her tears still soaked the shirt of the brit. "U-Usually its a brawl. Lets go outside, finish this and then go for a beer and laugh it of. What... What we did...what I did. Chelsea...in the Eagles Mansion...I...I was ready to...", she choked and pressed herself closer to the Blonde. She did'nt had to say it, it was clear what she meant and it sent a cold shiver down her spine.

Finally she was out of tears and let go of Chelsea, looking her in the eyes." I am not mad. You did what you had to do. I am just glad I did'nt win. Lord knows what I would have done. That's why I am so glad that you are ok. I just feel relieved and... Nothing.", she said and slumped back into her wheelchair. She turned and brought herself over to her bed." Chelsea...thanks for giving me your best.", she said and went to her bed.

Night 2

Finella was rolled in from her daily routine, always right after Chelsea and sighed. And this whole program for the next weeks? Someone kill her quick. The Security smiled at them both and nodded. "Don't forget to behave." Finella growled from her wheelchair and flipped him a bird. "I think you understand that you japanese idiot.", she said and when closed the door, Finella looked around. "Doctors visit over?", she asked Chelsea. When the Brit confirmed the Wolf grabbed under the blanket over her lap and pulled up two cans of beer. "Look what I got hereee...", she grinned and rolled over to Chelsea, putting the cans on the bed and lift herself up to sit on the side of it.

She took one can and looked to Chelsea. "Ah-Ah-Ah! First you admit how strong and beautiful I am and then you get your beer!", she said before bursting out into laughter. "Hahaowowowow...", she moaned as she leaned back. "Your face...sorry...",she said and gave Chelsea the can. "We are above that shit now.", Finella said and cheered with Chelsea.

"Alright now that we stopped killing each other I have to say one thing...", the Hellraiser said in a serious tone. "How fucking cool was your entrance... I never knew that you can play the guitar and sing too. That was amazing!", she said and the blue eyes behind the glasses lit up. "And that Road Warrior Theme was so damn cool...wait...", she said and got her smartphone.

She typed" Chelsea Forster Entrance We are Law 5" and then put her cellphone up for both to watch. "Would you look at that.... Who paid for that truck?!", she asked while her eyes lightened up.

Chris just leaned on the car, arms crossed and looking away from the happy dogs and people. She just wanted to go. The sooner they went and celebrated, sooner she could go to bed and wake up for visiting hours. Why did people have to mosey about here?

Suddenly George pulled himself away from the blond stranger, essentially telling Chris she had to come. The little rocker roller her eyes, giving a little glare to the Brit. "Course I'm coming. I'm not giving you a chance to 'forget' about repaying me for all the pepper and volts ya threw at me," she spat out. Chris and Moni may have had a moment with Fin, and maybe she had gotten in a better mood after her little talk with Karl and Ryan, but if she could help it she'd prefer to not spend anymore time with the so-called Superstar.

Anymore time in an enclosed space with her with alcohol, other people or not, and she wasn't certain she could keep her tongue or their truce. The only reason the rocker was going was because she wanted a little booze and she didn't want to drink alone. Plus, Ryan had asked her about her music and after already agreeing to the conversation she was basically locked in on coming along.

And, when Moni had decided to direct the driving assignments, it ended up being the perfect excuse for her. "Sorry, Harmonia, but I'm going with Ryan and them. Someone else can take that space in your car." With that said and whatever seating arrangement adjustment, she'd get in the rental car with the boys and told Ryan the surface info. She played rock and how it had blown up, and how it made it's way into her gimmick when she started getting into wrestling.

After the short drive and equally short explanation, they arrived at the pub, which was very busy. Probably due to the poster of her sis and the scouser's arm wrestling contest, combined with the brutal match that ended hours ago. Of course that would bring in a ton of business. The waitresses were all over the place, barely keeping up with everything. "Well, George, don't supposed you have like a private room for this 'celebration' do ya?"

Hearing Harmonia describe having a dog as "good practice" made Molly blush even harder. She hadn't even given much serious thought to the two of them settling down and starting a family; their relationship still felt so new, and she didn't know if she was ready. But one way or another, the thought had slipped out. She was half-expecting Harmonia to shoot it down, talking about how it was too soon to say anything, but...she didn't seem to mind. If anything, that just made Molly blush a little harder to think she felt it was a possibility...

When Jonathan asked Harmonia if he could drop Angel off at the mansion, Molly's eyes widened, and she stood up a little straighter with a gasp. "Oh-!" Her smile lit up wider and brighter across her face. Seeing Angel again, after so long, had been exciting for her - and Angel loved it just as much. Now, they could hang out with each other just as much as they liked. It was just like old times. Even as Jonathan brought up Ryan bringing Bear into his apartment - something that made Molly bite her lip, remembering how his owner was a bit of an unanswered question when it came to how they were going to move forward from here - she soon softened a little with a chuckle, especially as Angel leaped into her girlfriend's arms. "That would be great! Of course we could look after her! Ooh, you think she'd get along with Veri's dogs? Hey, Ryan, if you ever need anyone to look after Bear, we're happy to help! We've got plenty of room for him, after all!"

Then, she looked back up, seeing Angel and Riley romping in the grass, and she let out a sigh, leaning in at Harmonia's side and looking back at her with a smile on her face. Suddenly, all the trouble they had, all the worries and concerns in the back of their minds, all the fears that there might not be a tomorrow worth looking forward to...they didn't seem to matter any more. Now, everyone was okay, and everyone was happy. Having everyone back together, laughing and smiling and catching up on everyones' lives and watching the dogs play...it brought back fond memories of all the happy times Molly had spent with her friends. It had been a while since she got to experience a moment like that. But if today would tell her anything, it was that those days weren't over. In fact, with her taking a whole new step forward in her life, having a girlfriend, being in a new team, and seeing greater success than ever...she could greet all those old friends with a bright new future, and they could all move toward it together!

First, though, it was time for all of them to head to the pub in celebration of some long-awaited relief. Part of Molly wanted to be there just to make sure William didn't get into trouble - but she also wanted to be there with everyone, looking back on all the good times, and looking forward to the future that awaited. She laughed, throwing a fist in the air as she followed after the others. "To all of us!~"

She did look back at Chris as she decided to go off on her own, and she bit her lip, concerned about any hard feelings that might have still remained. But, even still, Molly couldn't let it bother her too much - everyone was moving forward, and there was too much worth being happy about for her to even think of being sad. Soon, they came to the pub, and when she saw the painting of her sister embroiled in an arm-wrestling contest with Harmonia's, a smile came to her face. To think, that fateful night had started all of this - it had been what proved that Chelsea and Finella weren't done with each other, and it had set the stage for the match that would bring it all to a close. It had all started with Chelsea refusing to be overshadowed or to be held down; she knew the legacy she was owed, and she would do anything to ensure she got it. Now that all of that had been immortalized, perhaps she really had gotten all she'd hoped for...

Though, when Molly heard Chris speak up about a private room, she blushed even harder as she looked back in her directon, wondering what the rocker had in mind. "W-What?"
Back in the hospital room, Chelsea stared back at Finella from her seat on the bed. Even if her eyes were hollow and fatigued, her gaze practically stared straight through her. She could hardly believe this was really happening to her. The fact that, after everything, after all they'd done and all they thought they knew about each other, Finella wasn't mad...it seemed impossible for Chelsea to even imagine. Let alone that she was clinging to her, hugging her even, that she felt comfortable enough to sob into her shirt. Chelsea knew Finella. Finella was tough, she was fierce, she was unpredictable and impossible to restrain. She wouldn't let anyone see her cry, and she wouldn't rely on anyone for support - especially not her greatest of enemies. Yet, now, that was exactly what was happening.

Chelsea's arms moved out to wrap around Finella, gently keeping her in place. She didn't know why she was doing it, but something about it just felt right; her body was moving on instinct, without thinking of what her gestures meant. Perhaps, she realized, it was that on some deep, instinctual level...she understood Finella. All she was saying now, about getting in brawls, about getting drunk and laughing it off...that seemed like Chelsea's idea of a good time. That was how she always was; even if she was too uptight and short-tempered to forgive anyone who beat her or belittled her, that same free-wheeling, devil-may-care attitude carried her through everything. She had to admire Finella, she realized now, for living so true to herself, for embracing that side of her, for not caring what anyone thought. It was all she would have wanted; all she would wish to do with her life. In another life, she and Finella would have been fast friends. Everything about them seemed to fit together perfectly. They could have been partners in crime, they could've been drinking buddies...but it was Chelsea's refusal to be humbled that kept those walls up, that pushed Finella away and kept her from getting any closer to her.

Now, though...maybe those walls could come down. Chelsea had already proven her point; there was nothing left for her to say. There was still time. If all Finella needed was someone to rely on...then Chelsea could be that. After all, she knew it well. She had the same struggles and the same doubts. She knew she needed someone she could call a friend, too. And perhaps they had that in each other. Chelsea still didn't know if she deserved it, but if Finella was willing to forgive her...maybe it could work.

"It's...it's all right, Fin," she whispered to her, her voice soft and gentle, a voice she rarely showed to anyone - anyone but those she trusted most. "It's all over now...so..."

By the next day, things between the two of them already seemed to be looking up. When Finella rolled into the room, Chelsea, who had already gone through a few physical therapy stretches and checkups, pushed herself up from the bed, propped up on her elbows. She grumbled to herself and rubbed at her temples, still getting used to the vertigo that came with new altitudes. But Finella soon revealed that she had something to show her - and, at the sight of the beer cans, the Englishwoman jolted straight back up before turning to face her with her legs dangling over the edge of the bed, looking on with wide eyes!

"Wha'..!? 'ow'd ye get doz? 'ey, come on now, share, why dun ye-!" She reached out to grab for a can - and when Finella named her price, it caused her jaw to drop in shock for just a moment before her body went tense and she leaned over the side of the bed, her fingers wrapped tightly around the edge. She trembled with pent-up anger, growling out an "Edelstein...", and her eyes were narrowed into a glare.

Had this confrontation happened at any other time, when the two women were still at one another's throats, Chelsea could have thrown a fist here and now...but this was different. Finella soon burst into laughter, admitting that their days of petty snipes and one-upping each other were behind them. Chelsea sighed, rolling her eyes at Finella's antics...but she knew she couldn't stay angry at her for long. There was no reason to, any more. Not when she was willing to share - and certainly not when she was going to praise Chelsea for the work she put into their entrance!

With a grin, Chelsea scooted a little closer up against Finella's side, clutching the can in her hand. She leaned over Finella's shoulder to watch the video - and, as she did, one thought was going through her head the whole while. This shouldn't have been happening. It felt wrong. Just a few days ago, it seemed, the two of them were ready to rend each other limb from limb, just to prove their own superiority, and just to get in the last word in their feud. But now, they could sit back, relax, share a beer together, and commend one another on their hard work. It was as though nothing had ever happened. But Chelsea couldn't say she was complaining, either. Finally, she felt seen. She felt understood. Even if it was with the woman she thought was her worst enemy...it had happened.

"Ye think so, 'uh? We all wanted ter put us efforts into dat one, Jud and Karl and I...and fe wha' it's worth, Jud did a sound job o' it 'imself, like. We all pitched in. We all wanted ter give LAW a show it'd na forget. And we wanted something that'd send a message. I guess if evun ye felt dat way, it worked..."

At the comment about her guitar skills, Chelsea grinned even wider, and she nodded her head enthusiastically. "Oh, yis! Bet ye didn't kun, but I practiced myself. Wanted to get into tunes, way back, before I came through de oole wrestlin' thi', like. I na thought I'd ever get ter put it ter good use, but...Jud raised a sound as a pound point, thuz...I'm glad he did..."

The blonde let out a contented sigh, sitting back in her seat. Looking over every step of her entrance, the lights and sounds, the flags, the truck, the costumes...it brought back fond memories of all Chelsea had done. Of all the meetings she and her entourage had to plan things out, of the rehearsals, and seeing it all come together in one moment of truth that no one could forget. She'd put her heart and soul into her entrance, wanting something she could truly shine in - something she'd be remembered for, other than her win-loss record, or getting stripped in front of everyone at Finella's hands. When Finella's even more audacious entrance had come after hers, and drawn all the attention, Chelsea had felt disheartened. She felt as though everything she'd done meant nothing, and it only made her all that more desperate to pay Finella back. But now, when she saw all the likes and views on the video, and the glowing comments posted below...a smile widened across her face, and she felt a tear forming in her eye. Maybe she really had everything she'd wanted, after all...

Jonathan pulled the rental car into The Wolf and The Bunny parking lot as many patrons seemed to be entering the famous bar. Kennedy got out of Harmonia’s car and tapped George on the shoulder as she placed her hands on her hips.

“So, hot stuff….got a match for me or what? Some bikini model you called in? One of the cute waitresses? Or maybe Moni wants me early? Still haven’t accepted my earlier challenge for a match,” Kennedy teased as she looked the ex-model up and down. “Give you the best time of your life wrestling a true superstar.”

Kennedy saw that Harmonia blushed and got what she wanted out of the interaction as she blew a little kiss and ruffled Molly’s blonde hair. She was just having fun and never meant anything by it. Entering the pub, she saw the photo of the arm wrestling contest between the Hellraiser and the newly sanctioned March Hare. She eyed the photo as the guys joined her in looking at it while Jonathan handed Angel’s leash off to Molly.

“Fin’s kinda cute. It’s adorable if they become besties,” Kennedy gushed towards Harmonia.

“I never thought I would hear Chelsea become besties with anyone,” Jonathan stated.

“Hey, I never thought we would date and we lasted a few weeks. Worst time of my life, but I’m over it,” Kennedy bluntly retorted.

“You said you wanted to take things slow. You lied to me,” Jonathan clapped back.

“That’s what they all say before my heart gets broken. Fuck off,” Kennedy cursed as she flipped Jonathan off leaving the man to huff in the direction of the jungle queen.

“Don’t mind her. We were an item back in my younger years, but we fell apart. I’m married now so everything is all good,” Jonathan stated as he walked off to order some drinks with the other boys.

Angel wagged her tail sniffing Molly up and down howling “Molly! Molly!”

Of course as with most of young couples in love, Harmonia had thought about their bright future that would be nothing perfectness. Of course that was an illusion that people who had too much happy hormones in their system created for themselves. Things like serious illness, growing apart from each other and other things that lurked in an uncertain future.

But now she was happy and yes the Blonde was sure she wanted kids one day and having a big and loving family like the one she grew up in and if that happened to be with Molly then all the better. Both women were blushing, not saying much on the way to the pub, building imaginary castles on pink clouds.

But Harmonia, as she always did, let Molly knew that her mind was always with her as she laid one of her hands on her thigh, her face smiling as she watched the street. No words were needed... They understood.

Inside the Pub, Harmonia tried to pick up a conversation with Chris again before she was called out by Kennedy to partake in some fun bikini wrestling. "Oh, hey, hey I am here to get drunk, not getting messy...",she said and looked at the round. "But...after a few drinks I possibly change my mind, Jungle Cat! First round is on meee!", she cheered and puffed Ryan into the side. "Hey, talk to Chris a little. From all the guys here she seems to like you the best.", Harmonia said with a wink.
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Finella couldnt believe it herself. For months they had tried to bring the other one under their heel, trying to prove how superior they were, meaning that they both behaved like big assholes.

Finella grinned as Chelsea growled her name before she throw an arm around her. "Hey, you know even if we are not killing each other any more, I will always love getting on your nerves a little...", Finella chuckled and pressed her cheek against Chelseas as she pulled her closer. The beer added to the strong painkillers they got and both women were restricted any alcohol but then again, some old barflies like Fin and Chelsea could take a beer without falling from the chair.

They were close as they watched and talked about Chelseas entrance and soon without Finella noticing it too much she had taken place next to Chelsea under her covers. The hospital beds had plently of room to fit the two slender girls. Fin remained close, deep inside just urging for contact and safety. It felt nice, even with Chelsea. The Blonde was warm and had a nice smell on her so the wolf had'nt even thought twice.

"I never would have guessed Chels...you always sound so... Well you know...", she grinned and suddenly Finella stopped. It was words and joke like these that brought them here and that made Chelsea unsure of herself in the first place.

Finella quickly reacted by taking Chelseas hand under the covers. "I am sorry. I did'nt meant to hurt you. Not anymore. You have a very beautiful voice and I know you would have been a great Rock Star! Never to late to go on tour as openinf act for moonrock! ", the bespecled girl said assuring. The match and feud with all its pain and tears had humbled even the rebellious Hellraiser, proving that there was indeed a caring, sweet girl named Finella Edelstein underneath.

" Oh now mine, now mine! Chris and I worked day and night on it, its a big tribute to the Hammer Horror Movies!",she said with gleaming eyes as the entrance unfolded. "Say what you will, you liked it!", she grinned and when she aaw herself coming out of the coffin, she looked at her bandaged hand were a bunnyskull was tattoed now. She would edit it a little when she was allowed to take the needle again. And then she sighed." Wanna watch the match?", she whispered and a shiver went through her system which made her scoot closer to the brit.

Chris only could roll her eyes at the love between Molly and Harmonia. It was almost as if the bloody sport hadn't happened at all. The pain seemingly so easily forgotten. The rocker just wanted to go get her drinks, get a cab home, and then spend as much time as she could with Fin.

Though once they eventually reached the bar, with her throat starting to feel a little better after finishing the lozenge, it seemed it might end up more of a squeeze than she thought. Of course it was busy, what with the poster outside and the PPV match that happened a bit ago. Chris just sighed after she posed her quandary on where they'd go, which apparently Molly took.... some way that flustered her. Though the smallest there didn't get why that would be at all, turning to the bunny-star/superbunny with a raised eyebrow. "Um... Unless you see room for eight Molly. Cause from where I'm standing, this place is a bit too packed to fit a party if eight." Harmonia seemed to want to say something too, but either it was just chance or Kennedy picked up on the chilly breeze between Fin's sisters that she stopped that before it started.

The rocker then just huffed, putting her hands in her pocket and kept trying to find where they were supposed to go. Or for someone to lead the way to an open space. Whatever the outcome ended up being.

"Ahh, right..." Molly blushed even harder, chuckling nervously to herself when Chris pointed out that she was concerned about their group being able to fit into a table. She was a little ashamed of herself to think that her first thoughts had been anything lewd, especially when now that she stopped to think and realized there was no one in the group that she seemed to have much reason to want to be alone with. Was she...really all that dirty-minded?

Either way, she clearly wasn't as dirty-minded as some, considering George, Kennedy, and Harmonia seemed to be at least entertaining the possibility of starting an impromptu bout on the spot! Her eye twitched nervously at the thought - for as open about her sexuality as Kennedy could be, it still felt a little strange witnessing her getting down and dirty when she had grown used to seeing the Jungle Queen as a surrogate mother. And yet, if Harmonia was involved...maybe that would make it worth it...

No, no, she quickly reminded herself as she shook the thought out of her head - they'd just had a scare already, the last thing they needed was to risk anyone else getting hurt. Now, what everyone needed was to take things easy. They'd already had enough drama for a few lifetimes; they had all earned a break. "Err..." Molly held her hands up. "I don't want to be a killjoy, but...I don't think we need any more trouble...I worry about you guys sometimes."

It still seemed that there was some drama between them, though. Molly glanced away in time to catch sight of Jonathan storming away from Kennedy in a huff, and she let out a sigh. "Great..." she muttered - she just wanted to end this day without a burden on her shoulders, leaving it on a high note, one where she didn't need to worry about what was going to come next. But for some reason, trouble seemed to have a way of following her friends. She sighed as her gaze lingered on Jonathan, slumping against Harmonia to take solace in her company - but as always, Angel had a way of seeing when she would be needed, and she ran over to greet Molly with a howl that caused a smile to break across her face. At once, all her troubles were forgotten. "What is it, girl? Missed the attention?" she chuckled, reaching down to ruffle her fur.
Back at the hospital, Chelsea had to roll her eyes when it became clear that Finella was still going to tease her like this - but that couldn't last for long. Even when Finella slung her arm around her shoulder and pulled herself up against her side, the Scouser didn't mind. By all accounts, every fiber in the body should have been telling her she needed to jump up and get as far away from Finella as possible - after all, was this not the same Finella who had attacked her, dominated her, taunted her, and stoked her rage throughout the entire Edelstein mansion when she'd gone over to make use of the gym? She should have known that to let her guard down around Finella would be putting herself in danger...but this felt okay.

In fact, this felt...nice, actually. Having someone there beside her, having someone to laugh with her, smile with her, share in all their memories together...it wasn't often that Chelsea got to have that, but each time, it reminded her how much she missed it - having someone she could rely on, who could care. Now, as she smiled a little wider, she realized she had found that now, in the least expected of places. Chelsea pulled the covers up a little higher, getting herself comfortable as she worked her way up against Finella's side, and together, they settled in to watch the video together.

Her cheeks flushed even harder when Finella brought up her voice. At first, Chelsea glanced away, unwilling to face Finella eye to eye. She couldn't admit that was her - not the same Chelsea who had put her in the hospital. She couldn't just admit that she had those parts of her she had buried, that she feared would make her weak - not to her greatest enemy. But... was Finella, truly, her greatest enemy any more? If anything, she seemed to be...encouraging. Supportive, even. When Chelsea turned to look back at Finella, there was a part of her that thought that she must have been losing her mind, a part of her that wanted to blame it on how loopy she was getting between the painkillers and the beer - but neither of those were strong enough to overcome the part of her that softened, letting the corners of her lips creep up into a smile as she nodded her head. That Finella would even be willing to let her perform as part of Moonrock's act - she knew how much the band meant to Finella, and how closely she would have to trust anyone who became involved with it. If Finella was going to trust her with that...then there had to be progress made.

"Ye think so? 'm, well...I'll think about it, like. But if yous ever decide on it...don't be afraid ter gizza a call." She winked back at Finella as soon as she finished her thought, and she smiled a little wider - as though just admitting such a thing, that something like this was even possible, had helped to lift her spirits.

As the action on screen transitioned to Finella's entrance, Chelsea scooted a little closer to get a better view of her own. Before, when she'd seen the Hellraiser's entrance, she couldn't see it as anything but a grave insult - it was Finella once again boasting how much better she was than her, out to outdo her at every turn, to always put herself on a pedestal, and always trying to knock Chelsea down in the process. But now that she could look back on everything with a smile, knowing such tensions were behind them, she could finally appreciate all the hard work and artistry Finella put into her entrance - even enough to smile, though she did have to roll her eyes at her decision to change in the middle of the ring.

"Ye nah, fair is fair. I kun a good job whun I see one - and ye did good. Deffo got me attention, that's fe se. And de outfit's pretty badass, wa' wi' de 'ewd and all, like - ye thinkin' o' keepin' it?"

As she settled back into her seat, Chelsea let out a sigh, folding her hands behind her head. "When I saw de promo ye did leadin' up to de match...that's wha' guv me de sense ye wuz takin' this seriously. We saw it on de telly, like, and dat wuz wa' terld us ter try us damndest ter live up ter it...we really did brin' out de best in each uvver, in some way, 'uh?"

When Finella suggested watching the match, though, Chelsea paused. After everything they'd been through, all the pain and bruises and broken bones, did they need to live through that again? They'd already said everything they could say to one another, and they'd seen what it had done to them. Just the thought of it made Chelsea wince, feeling the soreness in her chest from where Finella had bloodied her. And Chelsea, too, would only be reminded of how she'd lost control, how she'd left another woman in the hospital, at a point where even the doctors were unsure if she'd recover. At the time, she thought it was necessary. It was only the next step in the ever-escalating war. But now, when she saw Finella only as the girl sitting next to her, greeting her with a smile, maybe that was something she didn't want to admit to...

"I mean..." She sighed. "Do we need ter? I think we got de point across, like...wa' else is thuz ter add?"

Jonathan and William sat down at the bar ordering some shots of hard whiskey as the Instant Classic wanted to really drown out the small drama he endured with Kennedy. At a time in his younger years, they loved each other and the breakup was pretty nasty to the point where Kennedy had intense feelings of hatred for the man. It calmed down after they talked things out, but it seems Kennedy never let the past die too often after their conversation. Even after they both found love in others, she still held a small grudge against him. Jonathan wiped his mouth and sighed angrily knowing how petty Kennedy could be at times.

Ryan blushed as Harmonia told him to talk to Chris a little more and blushed even more after saying Chris liked him out of all the guys. He cleared his throat and took a look at the rocker. Why was he blushing for, first of all? He’s married! He couldn’t possibly have any feelings for Chris right out of the gate and he doubt the thought would ever cross her mind in a hundred years. Ryan snuck a quick glance and breathed a sigh of relief seeing Chris too occupied staring at Molly to even notice Harmonia’s comment. However, he did have to say she looked very cute from a glance, but he shoved the thought away quickly.

“Yeah, Ryan, go talk to your new girlfriend. I mean, it’s your first date together technically,” Jonathan teased his Hispanic friend and clapped him on the back.

“Just have her home by curfew,” William added as both boys started laughing hard at their jokes making Ryan glare them down.

“You idiotas know it ain’t like that,” Ryan stated as he went to sit with Chris hoping it wouldn’t be too awkward between them if she heard the conversation.

“Hey Moni, come chill and be one of the guys for an evening. We want to know more about ya! Let’s drink till we pass out from our bad decisions!” Jonathan offered as he downed a whiskey shot and coughed a little bit from the strong taste.

Kennedy shoved her hands in her pockets and came up to Molly joining her little bunny further down the bar. She patted Angel on the head for comfort as she huffed and looked over at Jonathan.

“Sorry you had to see that, hon. Just….bad memories. Anyway, why don’t we have some mother-daughter talk? How did you meet Moni? What was your first date like? First time…if you know what I mean?” Kennedy asked as she smiled at Molly while petting Angel and giving her attention as well.

Harmonia felt a weight drop of her heart as she patted hers and Mollys new dog, Riley and smiled down at him. "Such a nice boy...",she smiled and stroked his fur, smiling at him before Molly settled in next to her. Harmonia smiled and put an arm around her, protecting her from everything that could possibly hurt her, and kissed the back of her neck. Still, Moni had seen the look Molly gave her when Kennedy asked for a messy brawl and Harmonia chuckled. "I am a really bad influence, are'nt I carrot?", she whispered and placed another kiss into Mollys neck while wrapping her arm tighter around her. The message was obvious...
Then Jonathan called out for her while Kennedy seemed to want to talk to Molly. Harmonia nodded and let go of her girlfriend only to pull her back and give her a kiss in front of everyone, getting some loud reactions for it. "I am right with those boys there, who think they can take a styrian woman at drinking.",she chuckled and then go to the bar. "Well Boys, what are we drinking?", she smiled.

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Finella listend to every word of Chelsea and even if the Liverpudlian was trying to hide it, you could'nt bring out the stiffness of a true brit and Chelsea was english through and through. Finella rolled her eyes as Chelseas more or less dry and on the point comments left her mouth. "Well, cheerio Lord Chamberlaine, it would be quite formidable to work with you. My goooood Chels. You always looked so tough and cool, spare me the dry brit and tell me what you really think about stuff...", Finella said and obliged to Chelseas wish by closing the video.

Both Girls sat next to each other now and it was quite wonderous... Blue eyes looked into each other, the same blue eyes of their sisters that always were full of love. This eyes were composed of unsure thoughts, of regret, of pain. And again Fin leaned in and put her head on Chelseas shoulder while her hands softly wrapped around the other womans back.

They remained that way for some time as Fin began to speak. "Sometimes your worst enemy is closer to you then your best friend. My Grampa used to say that. He was the only person next to Moni who could understand me... Today it is Chris. Moni and I... It is complicated. I really love her, she is my sister, even more soy my twin. We were separated for six years. In this six years, travelling southeastern europe I made some bad decisions and got to some really nasty guys. You have seen my body. Six years of doin all kinds of messed up matches for mobsters, politicans and so on, all the guys that enjoyed seeing cute girls severly hurt each other. I always was a free spirit, doin things my way and staying tough in hard times. But this six years... Listen Chelsea, I don't want your pity or anything, I just tell you this because in our match, when we finally faced off, I saw something in your eyes, something familiar, something... That reminded me of myself. Even if you have'nt been subjected to things like I did, there was still lonliness in you. Lonliness and misunderstanding. They don't like girls like us out there. They like girls like our sisters. For us, tough and brash girls who are speaking our mind, they don't have any love left. They only thing we have is ourselves, is'nt it? At least I thought so, but look at us now. Look at the people that came to visit us. Look how they cared. It was a whole room full of people loving us rotten eggs and I think that is some accomplishment that we made, huh? As you must have noticed by now, all this time alone made me a little clingy. I still have problems getting to sleep on my own without breaking out in cold sweat. Look, I even hug my enemy, no...",she said and looked up, both of women looking at each other again." My friend...and rival. ", Finella grinned.

" What I have done I can't take back, nor do I want it. It happened and it had a reason. But I am not above saying sorry for going to far. And with George...",she said begrudgingly as a big, sly smile appeared on her face. She took the phone and jumped to the end of the match. When George and Chelsea kissed." You really like him, don't you? And don't give me tough girl crap, Chels. We are thinking alike. And we both don't let guys close to us that we have'nt taken a shine to. That guy there, took a pipe for you. Look at him, he could barely stand and crawled back to the ring, just for you. Guys are idiots most of the time but... Don't tell me that his advances and kisses don't make you a bit...tingly..., she said and stuck her tongue out.

Chris took a break from her looking for a spot at Molly's reaction. Given the way she blushed and chuckled nervously, Chris almost thought the bunny was imagining a certain other 18+ activity. But that couldn't be, could it? With everything going on and all? "O..K.... Whatever Molly." Chris eventually shrugged, noticing the group head towards some spots at the bar. While not the best for a party-wide communication, at least it meant she'd be farther from Harmonia and give her more reason to ignore her.

Thankfully for Ryan she hadn't heard a word of what the guys said, saving himself and her the embarrassment. "You guys can have a drink head start. I need at least another glass of water before any alcohol." The little rocker had no intention of getting drunk, of course. Everyone else wanted to get shitfaced for Chelsea's victory and Fin waking. Chris never aimed to get drunk, only a little buzzed. Especially after the last time she maybe got a little too drunk and had a hole or two missing from the night. The last thing she needed was a possible second, or equally possibly first, one night stand.